So I became a god

Chapter 68 With This Stupid Wife, What Can My Husband Want?
Mao Pai Library Pavilion.

After reading the classics and materials in the sect, I was silent on the weekend.

Master, Uncle Lin, Shi Jian, Shi Yao, Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, etc. are all recorded in the Shimen's classics about what happened in Renjia Town that year.

But he was the only one who bullied his masters and exterminated his ancestors, and murdered his fellow traitors, without mentioning a single word.

This does not mean that what I did back then does not exist, but that I have become a taboo in the teacher's sect and was deliberately erased.

Otherwise, Wen Cai would not have such a big reaction after hearing his name, and die with regret.

Weekend hates the feeling that this dream is linked to reality, which makes him feel like a crazy, cold-blooded bad guy.

But it’s okay,

Dreams and reality are not on the same timeline.

Time can erase many things, including ties, concerns, and emotions.

thinking about the weekend,

If next time I dream,
What if the time in the dream is in reality?
Would he kill himself in that dream so recklessly?

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the chances of this should not be great.

Because I am the self in this time period, and it is impossible for two selves to exist in the same time period.

unless,

The self in another time period also traveled to this time period.

and many more
Suppose there is a self in each time period, and those selves in other time periods also know the secret that killing the self in another time period can become stronger.

Then,

Will the self in other time periods also have the ability to travel through the past and future from the dream like himself?

Thinking about it this way, I was horrified.

I may not be the only hunter, I may also be a prey.

And according to my experience of traveling through these two dreams,
There must be some connection between the hunter and the prey,

He may have been hiding around himself, coveting himself, observing himself, ready to move at any time.

He may be someone he knows, deliberately approaching him, getting acquainted with him, and at a moment when he is defenseless, he kills him.

He might motivate himself, stimulate himself to become stronger like the strategy he used in "Mr. Zombie", and then when the time is right, he will kill himself and gain all his abilities in this world.

After thinking about it,

Weekend suddenly felt that hidden in the darkness there was always a pair of invisible eyes watching him all the time, trying to kill him.

"Huh? No, it's not a feeling, it's just a pair of eyes peeping at me outside."

"Who."

Frowning on the weekend, he pushed open the door of Zangshu Pavilion and came outside.

A white shadow was so eye-catching in the dark night, and then disappeared in an instant.

The corners of Zhou Zhou's mouth turned up, and with a movement of footsteps, he followed the white shadow and left Mao Pai.

above the peak,

The place of the cliff.

a bright moon,
Hanging high in the air.

fluttering white skirt,

Let people pity.

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, all kinds of feelings came to my heart on the weekend.

"Are you him?" Wu Xiaoli turned around and asked resentfully and nervously.

Weekend has complicated eyes: "I am him, and I am not him."

Wu Xiaoli's charming face suddenly filled with endless murderous intent: "Why did you betray me?"

Weekend replied very simply: "It's a last resort."

"Men are ruthless, do you think I will trust you?" Wu Xiaoli said in a cold voice.

Weekend shrugged: "Of course you believe me, otherwise you wouldn't have come to find me alone tonight."

"I'm here to kill you." Wu Xiaoli said angrily, gnashing her teeth.

Weekend smiled and said, "Are you willing to kill me? Well, stop playing, your acting skills really haven't improved at all over the years."

"Oh, you're necrotic, can't you play with my family for a while longer?" Wu Xiaoli stomped her feet and said coquettishly.

Weekend smiled and opened his arms directly.

"Sir, my family misses you so much." Wu Xiaoli threw herself into Weekend's arms like a baby swallow returning to its nest, and said in a charming voice.

Hugging that soft and boneless delicate body on the weekend, he stroked the long black and smooth hair, and said softly, "I have wronged you for so many years."

Hearing the words, Keren in her arms trembled, and tears filled her eyes in an instant: "I'm not wronged, I'm not wronged at all, ying ying ying."

"Okay, stop whining, this is not like a domineering and glamorous ghost mother." Weekend teased.

Wu Xiaoli rubbed her arms in Zhou Zhou's arms reluctantly and said, "I'm just blah, blah, blah. You've changed, my husband. You used to like me blah blah in bed."

I was depressed on the weekend, did I have such a dissolute figure in my dream?He is obviously a stalwart and upright gentleman, okay?

One person and one ghost, leaning on the bright moon, telling each other about love and separation, cuddling each other.

The self-taught self-taught weekend that fully equipped all the girls' flirting skills naturally quickly smoothed out all the little emotions and small dissatisfaction in Wu Xiaoli's heart.

"Sir, what happened back then, why did those stinky Taoist priests force you to death?" Wu Xiaoli raised her fair and slender neck and asked.

Weekend glanced at Keren who was concerned about him, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth: "Because they suspected that Master Lin was killed by me."

"This group of stinky Taoist priests who don't know right from wrong and don't distinguish between good and evil, I don't even dare to kill a chicken when I'm fair, how could they kill my uncle." Wu Xiaoli said indignantly.

Moved by the weekend, Wu Xiaoli was hugged tightly in her arms,
He said with a sense: "What more can a husband ask for if he has such a stupid wife."

"Okay, the matter is over, besides, I have forgiven them, my husband, so you should stop pursuing the blame." Weekend said with a smile.

Wu Xiaoli looked at the broad-minded Xianggong in front of her and said softly: "My family listens to my husband, so I will spare those stinky Taoist priests of the Mao sect."

On the weekend, he sucked Wu Xiaoli's cheeky face heavily: "So good, I like obedient women."

"Hee hee. The slave family is the most obedient. That's great. Mr. Xianggong finally belongs to the slave family alone. Ren Tingting's little vinegar jar will definitely not live for so long." Wu Xiaoli said happily.

After listening to it on the weekend, I really wanted to tell Wu Xiaoli that Ren Tingting was still alive and well.But looking at Wu Xiaoli's smug expression.

Forget it, it's better not to hit her, let her be more happy.

"Sir, how did you remember the slave family?" Wu Xiaoli asked curiously.

Weekend replied: "I should be reincarnated and rebuilt now, but for some reason, I suddenly unsealed the memory of my previous life."

"It should be the sincerity of God's pity on my slave's family that returned the memory of my husband. It must be like this." Wu Xiaoli affirmed affectionately, stroking that strange but more handsome face on the weekend.

Weekend laughed dumbly: "Yes, yes, yes, it's all thanks to you. By the way, that's how you know I'm in the Mao School."

"Hee hee. Have you forgotten that when you contacted the painting talisman back then, the slave family waited on you all day and all night? Your handwriting and painting methods have long been deeply engraved in the slave family's mind. Already." Wu Xiaoli smiled proudly.

She is such an affectionate and silly woman, she would feel bad if she wasn't well rewarded.

pooh
Zi Liu
PS: Why do you laugh at me every day for being short and small, I am obviously working hard, okay, the new book period is fixed twice a day, I am sincere and conscientious.If you laugh at others again, they will show you, hum! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)